Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Smooth sailing, return and recovery.

1. When a ferry crossing expected to be thoroughly vomitous is not.

2. Wayne saying that he and Francis had missed us, and the joy with which we greeted George the truck. I think it was partly keeness to get back on the road and partly the vague feeling of insecurity I get from carrying my passport and money around with me.

3. Discovering that Francis has not only survived a motorbike crash but has also put up our tents and cooked dinner. He has, however lost his hat and sunglasses.

Nungwi Beach, Zanzibar to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania

Blue glass, hot pink and bergamot.

1. Our taxi driver has a string of blue glass beads hanging by his window. He speaks proudly about his two boys -- one at school with my son...